Chapter 214: Devouring Styles
This was the fifth and final duel that Sunny had to fight today.
His previous three opponents all practiced unique and interesting styles, so he had taken his sweet time trying to learn from them. He succeeded twice and failed once.
The first opponent was called Straw Hat and used a curved sword, his technique relying on extreme speed and flexibility. Even Sunny, who had trained himself to make his body as malleable as possible, struggled to keep up with this unpredictable opponent.
The alias of the second one — The Other Fool — was a bit familiar, but the style he used was not. Sunny spent a lot of time trying to understand the strange pattern of Essence expenditure the fighter used, all the while dodging unpredictable attacks of his exquisite halberd. In the end, he learned a lot from this fight.
However, it was the third opponent that had really tested him. This Awakened, whose alias was Blue Vash, wielded a slender rapier and practiced a deceptively simple battle style. What separated him from the rest was that each of his movements was utterly perfect, and every one of Sunny’s mistakes had been instantly punished.
It was as though the man had a supernatural ability to see even the tiniest flaw in his enemy’s technique, and was able to immediately exploit it. No matter how hard Sunny had tried to comprehend the essence of the style Blue Vash was using, he couldn’t grasp it. In the end, he was forced to overwhelm and kill the astute fencer just to survive. However, despite that failure, he learned from this fight even more.
Regardless, after several duels against such talented fighters, Sunny felt that his mastery of Shadow Dance, which had stayed stagnant for a while, was finally progressing again. He was slowly approaching a precipice.
That was why he was so glad to see Dar of the Maharana clan.
To some, facing a Legacy might have seemed like a tough break. But for Sunny... for Sunny, Legacies were like gift boxes! They hid all kinds of goodies, his for the taking.
The problem was that, just like the Covetous Coffer, this box in particular could potentially bite off his greedy hand.
...The young Legacy fighter wasn’t using a bow anymore, of course. Which wasn’t a surprise. Legacies were trained to be proficient with a multitude of weapons, and a duel was not a place for arrows. Instead, he was holding a menacing great mace, its round head brimming with sharp spikes.